Grateful for your winds of change
this beautiful music you have arranged
in which your vibrant colors dance
and the sun moves south to a new romance…
Soaking in your beautiful green.
Until the Equinox harvests this scene.
And when your leaves begin to fall,
Nostalgia’ll bring me to the start of it all.
But along with you, I’ll shed what has died.
I’ll part ways with ego….your wisdom’ll be my guide.